I'm Really an Alchemist

Tsurumi slowed down helplessly, so as not to hurt the poor boy by going too fast.

He stopped suddenly and looked at the dark clouds in the sky.

The water vapor in the air is already clearly audible.

Seeing that a violent storm was about to hit.

It has been several days since Tucun. The footprints on the road have been worn away. Tsurumi also searched by smell. If there is a sudden heavy rain, the smell will also be wiped away.

That doesn't know how long it will take to find the werewolf!

Tsurumi lifted Roland on his back, and said softly, "Kid, hold on tight!"

"What are you going to do?" Roland didn't know why, so he saw Tsurumi standing upright, looking up at the dark clouds.

Finger points to the dark clouds in the sky.

The Qi in the body suddenly gushes out, floating on the surface of the body, and a ball of white light condenses on the fingertips.

Roland was dumbfounded, only to hear Tsurumi shout suddenly: "Dongdongbo!"

A slender white light shot out from the fingertips, piercing through the clouds in an instant, breaking up the thunderclouds covering the sky and earth, and returning to a dark and clear sky.

"call!"

Tsurumi withdrew the air on his body surface and let out a long breath.

"Let's continue!"

Roland nodded in a daze, and didn't scream until he galloped across the grassland again.

"You, you!" He said in shock, "You actually broke up the thunder cloud!"

Tsurumi said indifferently: "What's so surprising about this, our master is even stronger!"

Roland blinked, and suddenly had a little thought.

He was blinded by hatred before, and he came back to his senses in shock. Whether it was the speed faster than the best steed, or the power to scatter the thunder clouds with one finger, it was enough to prove that these people were not mortals. .

Maybe I can have the same power!

As long as I have such a powerful force, I can kill all the humanoids!

Roland's heart is still full of hatred, but in order to achieve this goal, he needs strength!

Following the faint scent, Tsurumi finally found the trace of the werewolf.

"No wonder there is still a smell after so long." Tsurumi and Roland hid behind the stone, holding their noses to spy, this smell is too offensive.

In front of him was an ancient village with crude camping methods.

Naturally, the people living in the village were the werewolf clan that Roland hated and almost rushed out. They wore simple strips of cloth as clothes, but their naked bodies had thick hair. Apart from walking upright, they were basically indistinguishable from wolves.

"Kill them, kill them!"

Roland grabbed Tsurumi's arm and begged.

Tsurumi scanned the layout of the village. There are about fifty or sixty werewolves in the whole village. Their Qi is much higher than that of humans, and of course lower than their own. They are divided according to the fighting power that the teacher often said.

The combat power of these werewolves is generally between 10 and 20.

The strongest Qi is located in the largest wooden house, and the combat power index should be more than [-]. It is probably the leader of this werewolf population!

"They pose no threat to me!"

Tsurumi touched Roland's head and sneered.

"The next scene will be very bloody, are you sure you want to go with me?"

Roland gritted his teeth and said angrily: "I want to see them all die, so that my family and my friends will rest in peace!"

Tsurumi was quite satisfied with Roland's hatred.

He took the boy's hand, walked out of the hiding place indifferently, and strode towards the werewolf village.

Although the village is small, it has all the internal organs.

There are high towers for surveillance, and there are werewolf warriors wearing simple armor and holding cold weapons. When Tsurumi walked out of his hiding place, the werewolf yawning on the high tower saw him immediately.

"Humanity?"

He muttered twice, could it be a lost human in the grassland.

Tick ​​tock!

Foul-smelling saliva dripped on the wooden floor.

The werewolf's eyes were fierce and his fangs were exposed. He rang the bronze bell, and the whole village became active at the same time.

"Humans, food delivered to your door!"

"Eat him, eat him!"

"Don't rob me of that child, my wife is pregnant, she wants to eat something tender!"

The village gate suddenly opened.

The aggressive werewolves swarmed out, surrounded Tsurumi and Roland, and regarded them as food.

Frightened by this breathtaking scene, Roland couldn't help leaning on Tsurumi.

"Are you scared?" Tsurumi asked calmly.

Roland insisted: "No, not afraid!"

The atmosphere suddenly became strange. The werewolves looked at the young man with an indifferent expression and even contempt and mockery in his eyes. They were stunned for a moment, and then furious.

They had never seen such a human being.

Human beings should fear, be afraid, kneel down and beg for mercy!

You should cry, being eaten by them!

Food is the essence of good food, you shouldn't show such an arrogant expression!

"Go to hell!"

Among the surrounding werewolves, a gray shadow sprang out, it was a robust young werewolf, holding a solid wooden club, and violently threw it at the top of Tsurumi's head.

Pfft!

Bleeding!

Tsurumi withdrew his white fist indifferently, the werewolf in front of him still had a mad expression on his face, he looked down blankly at the big hole in his chest, shook twice, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Facing the frozen werewolf, Tsurumi showed an excited smile.

"kill him!"

"Escape, escape!"

"Kill him, he is only one person!"

"The devil, he is a devil!"

Bloody light and massacre became the theme song. Tsurumi held the excited boy with one hand, and frequently shot out qigong waves between his fingers, intercepting and killing every werewolf who tried to escape.

"Don't think about escaping!" Tsurumi imitated Zhou Qi's usual way of speaking, trying to make himself look extravagantly pretentious, but in fact he was really pretentious, holding the boy and stepping on the corpse, just like a scene in a famous painting.

He said: "The more you run away, the more miserable I will make you die!"

"demon!"

A violent roar came from the corpses piled up under his feet.

That was the leader of the werewolf village, a giant werewolf with more than [-] combat powers. He was supposed to be the strongest in the minds of all werewolves, but he was trampled under by Tsurumi and covered by the corpses of his clansmen.

Can't move!

The angry voice of the werewolf leader gradually lowered and became humble.

"You can kill us, but can you spare the children of our group?"

Tsurumi looked not far away.

During the massacre, he never attacked the child, subconsciously ignoring the werewolf child.

In the flames and blood, those werewolf children threw themselves on the ground, kneeling in front of their family members, shaking their corpses and crying.

"No, no one can be let go!"

Roland said frantically: "When you massacred my village, why didn't you think of letting us go!"

The leader was silent for a while, his voice came through the thick crowd of corpses.

"Oh, humans!"

"If it wasn't for the humans in your village who broke the treaty, how could we have shot you!"

Tsurumi frowned and looked at Roland.

He vaguely felt something was wrong.

Roland looked at Tsurumi, and quickly said: "Brother He, don't listen to these nonsense, kill them! Don't believe what they say!"

Tsurumi gently pushed Roland away.

He recalled the homework given to him by his master. In the past six months of teaching, the master often emphasized the need to look at a matter objectively and think from different angles in order to discover the essence of a matter.

Is this job really that simple?

Just kill these werewolves and it's over?

With a swipe of Tsurumi's palm, he saw that the mountain of piled corpses was violently separated, and the dying, even a giant werewolf missing two arms was lifted into the air.

"Tell me, why did you attack the village?"

Tsurumi asked.

Roland was in a hurry, screaming not to believe him, even picked up a spear, and rushed towards the giant werewolf frantically.

Tsurumi appeared behind him in an instant, pulled him into his arms, and said in a low voice: "I have already helped your village to avenge, now I just want to know the origin of this matter!"

The werewolf leader's gray pupils stared at the wriggling and angry boy, and suddenly he laughed ironically.

...

After Zhou Qi polished his mana, he realized that the spiritual power of the god Karl was still watching him, so he simply came to the courtyard.